That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 452:

His scent, the solidness of his back, the warmth of his body. Heavens, this was a terrible idea. A terrible, stupid, reckless idea.

The grand king glanced over his shoulder. “How was your morning, beautiful?”

“The morning is still fresh, Your Grace,” she grumbled. She hesitated, then added, “I received the flowers. Thank you.”

“You are most welcome,” he said warmly. “The day is beautiful, is it not?”

“For a male who crawled out of death’s mouth, you’re certainly in high spirits this morning,” Emeriel muttered under her breath.

King Daemonikai chuckled. “I heard that.”

“Damn supernatural ears,” she mumbled.

“I heard that too,” he added, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

mouth shut, more startled by his laughter than

“Brace yourself.” He signaled the

his waist,

the countryside, Emeriel fought to

body under her hands, his hair tickling her face, the solidness of his back against her chest. No, she noticed none

expected, but when she dismounted, she realized just

towering peaks of Asbar Mountain stood ahead, its snow-dusted

and even he turned

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his horse,” Emeriel

Daemonikai nodded, and Wegai obediently left

she noticed what lay ahead.

drawn circles of straw, each one marked with a painted bullseye.

occasionally to unwind,” King Daemonikai said, walking ahead with his hands clasped behind his